This is a song about "50 snick"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category